Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.